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The Remnant Armada
By : DarkWolves
Category: +M through R > RWBY
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Disclaimer: I do not own RWBY and I make no money from writing this.
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Contains: Yang x Winter (Snow Dragon), Tent Sex, Mild Hate Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Anal Fingering, Breast Sucking, Kissing

In case it wasn’t clear from the title this chapter is a direct sequel from ‘Of All the Things I Hate About You’. You don’t have to have read that to enjoy it, but you may as well have as its very much more of the same.

“I can’t believe we’re finally doing this” Ruby was so excited she practically skipped her way along the walkway. Even the heavy weight of her backpack failed to dampen her enthusiasm as she made her way towards the landing pad at the foot of Beacon Academy. “We’re finally going to be learning from a real huntsman”

“Ruby, ALL of our instructors are former Huntsman” Weiss, ever the practical, clarified as the rest of Team RWBY followed closely behind their leader.

“Yeah, but this is the first time we’ll be learning from someone currently working as an active Huntsman” Ruby replied. “And we’re going to be training in the forest together”

Ruby slowed to a trot as they neared the landing pad. Ruby turned on her heel to face her teammates, arms spread wide in excitement. “Trust me, this is going to be an experience we’ll never forget. We are going to have so much fun learning from-”

“Winter!” Weiss yelped.

Ruby wheeled around. Team RWBY stared in stunned silence as Winter Schnee emerged from behind the wing of the transport ship, conducting a meticulous pre-flight check.

Winter turned to face Team RWBY, her gaze held solely on one of them.

“Oh, not you again!” Yang and Winter yelled in unison.

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“Out of all the Huntresses in all the Kingdoms of Remnant, they had to pick you” Yang bemoaned to break the looming silence as the group trekked through the depths of the Emerald Forest.

“Trust me” Winter replied as she walked beside her. “I’m about as pleased with this arrangement as you are”

The assignment itself was simple. They were to track and kill the Alpha of a pack of Beowolves, demonstrating their effectiveness as Huntresses whilst also keeping the forest safe for training students. The challenge lay in tracking the Beowolf and preparing an effective ambush whilst dealing with the rest of the pack. Although Winter was there to act as an advisor she would not intervene unless there was an immediate threat to life.

With Ruby and Weiss leading the group and Blake following behind Yang and Winter were left in the middle together.

“Be that as it may” Winter continued. “I’m sure that we can both be mature and professional and set aside any… awkwardness, for the duration of the assignment”

“Agreed” Yang nodded in reply. “Mature and professional”

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“Your leg is on my side of the tent again” Winter protested.

“What do you mean ‘Your side of the tent’? The whole tent is my side of the tent!” Yang rebuked. “You’re the one who didn’t think to bring her own camping gear”

Laying on the floor of the tent beneath their shared blanket Yang could not help but despair that she hadn’t considered this outcome sooner. Team RWBY had known there was a likelihood they would be spending the night camping in the forest. With Ruby and Weiss sharing their own tent and Blake on watch Yang had expected she would have the tent to herself. What she hadn’t counted on was for their so called ‘Experienced Huntsman Instructor’ to neglect to bring any camping equipment of her own.

It seems Winter had assumed that Beacon would be providing any such equipment to their instructors as standard. Instead, Beacons policy was for visiting instructors to complete a so called ‘Expenses Claim Form’ for any costs incurred. This newfound knowledge proved ineffective in resolving their current situation.

On top of that the tent Yang had ordered was less than ideal for the situation. After they got back Yang was determined to write a strongly worded letter to the manufacturer that the definition of ‘Two-person’ clearly included the caveat of two people who were far more intimately involved than one might reasonably assume for most users.

“This isn’t your private suite at some Atlas military base” Yang bemoaned. “Now you get to see what its like for the rest of-”

Yangs remark was interrupted by the swift kick of Winters perfectly pedicured foot against Yangs shin. Whilst the kick may have been slightly harder than the specialist had intended that did not deter Yang from delivering an equally powerful reply. Winters pride demanded that she not take such a rebuke lying down.

Winter rolled herself onto her hands and knees and as she reached out to grasp Yangs wrists in her hands. Yang swept her leg out against the side of Winters bent knee, faltering her stance and allowing her to slip free of Winters hold. Winter struggled to regain her grasp as Yang thrust her shoulder up to meet Winter, throwing the older woman off balance. Yang scrambled to clamber on top of Winter, the specialist’s arms flailing for purchase in the confined space. Yang fell back on top of Winter, the sudden weight forcing the breath from the white-haired woman’s lungs.

Winter grasped the loose material of Yangs orange tank top. Using her more in-depth knowledge of advanced hand to hand she shifted Yangs hold to one side and used the press of her leg into her side to unbalance the blonde. A simple application of force from her hip was all that was necessary to roll her opponent onto the floor behind her in a sudden reversal of fortune. The vigorousness of their movements threatened to collapse the tent on top of them.

Winter stared down at Yang. Yang stared back up at her. Sweat coated their quivering bodies, their breaths ragged and deep. Neither of them knew who made the first move. All they knew is that their lips were suddenly pressed together in a ravenous kiss. There was no tenderness in their embrace. This was purely an extension of their conflict distilled down into the animalistic wrestling of tongue accompanied by the rampant smacking of moist lips upon lips.

It was only a matter of time before their roving hands started doing more than merely touching. Winters hands followed the hem of Yangs tank top before slipping underneath, feeling the burn of Yangs skin against her fingers. Winter traced her fingers up the rugged rise and falls of Yangs abs across her chest.

Winter followed the upwards curve of the blonde’s stomach towards the elegant rise of her breasts. Winters palm moved to encircle the blondes ample bust only to find her long fingers were insufficient to contain the mound in its entirety. While Winter would hardly consider herself petite, Atlesian women seemed to have a greater natural disposition towards a more elegant and lithe body type than the other Kingdoms. The truth was that Winter could not help but admit a certain exotic thrill in the feeling of having first-hand experience of such a naturally curvaceous physique.

While Winter remained enraptured by Yangs breasts the blonde was free to make her own move. Yang traced her hands across Winters back, feeling refined curves beneath the thin material of her elegant nightdress. The small of Winters back soon gave rise to the elegant mound of the woman’s curved butt.

Yangs fingers clawed to gather at the material of Winters nightdress in her grasp, drawing it up across the creamy smooth skin of her thighs. A last single tug pulled the hem up over the mound of her ass. Yang was intrigued to discover that the prim and proper Atlesian specialist had come to bed without any underwear.

Yangs hand cupped her hand on top of Winters bony Atlesian ass. While hardly soft or filling in her hand Yang had to admit that it had an appeal in the firmness born of a life dedicated to military service. The thought of Winter dressed in close fitting gym shorts doing the exercises necessary to maintain such a figure stirred certain feelings inside of Yang.

Winters attentions to Yangs breasts grew more intense as moments passed. Winter teased her fingers across Yangs pert nipples, pinching her fingers around the erect nub. Winter grasped the hem of Yangs top with her free hand, pulling Yangs bright orange top off completely. Winter buried her face between Yangs exposed breasts, eagerly smothering herself in the valley of her ample cleavage.

Winters hand began to drift from Yangs chest back down the muscled expanse of her stomach. The specialist traced the tips of her fingers along the waistband of Yangs formfitting shorts. Winter slipped her fingers beneath the lip of Yangs underwear. Winter felt the intensity of the heat rising from her partners body as she drew ever closer to her moistened core. Feeling her way blindly across Yangs skin Winter brushed her fingers across the outer edge of Yangs pussy lips.

Winter eagerly buried herself inside of Yangs plush pussy lips. One explorative finger teased inside, swiftly followed by a second. Despite the specialist’s intimate knowledge in combat her technique in loving making left much to be desired.

Yang chose to reply in kind, moving her hand around Winters front to begin teasing her fingertips around the edge of Winters tight cunt. Yang slipped her finger past the first boundary of her lips, feeling Winters taut muscles beginning to close around her.

The two women thrust and counter-thrust into eachothers respective pussys. Each movement elicited fresh feelings of ecstasy from deep inside of them. The balance shifted back and forth between the two of them, each constantly fighting to gain some semblance of control over their lover. Yang decided it was time for her to gain the upper hand. And she had an idea of just how to do that.

Yang withdrew her fingertips, moistened by the wetness of Winter’s pussy. Winter, taking Yangs retreat as a sign of weakness, redoubled her efforts in the hope of getting Yang to cum quickly. Yang forced herself to supress the feelings of euphoria growing inside of her even as she came perilously close to her limit. Her mind ran rampant with the thought of Winters gloating zeal to keep her body firmly in check.

Yangs fingers followed the curve of Winters butt, searching until she came across the deep valley separating her toned buttocks. Yang traced her fingers back and forth along the precipice of the opening. Yang found what she had been searching for, a taut ring of muscle nestled between her plush buttcheeks.

Yangs actions were on the brink of reigniting their brawl when Winter felt a sudden intense shock course through her body at the unexpected intrusion. Winter felt her body jolt before falling limp and quivering against Yangs body, overwhelmed by a sudden feeling of unexpected pleasure.

Winters rational mind had little opportunity to make sense of it before it retuned once more in full force. The anticipation of the third and fourth flourishes of Yangs fingers did little to dampen the effect. While Winter had been aware of her pussys dual purpose she had never once considered her ass in any other circumstances than its biologically functional capacity. Winter had never once imagined that such a thing could be enjoyable let alone feel so amazing.

Yang wanted to joke that she was surprised her fingers could even fit up there along with the standard issue Atlesian military rod. Yang was stifled as Winters fingers suddenly went rampant inside of deep inside pussy. Winters fingers moved at a pace to match the quivering of her body brought on by Yangs teasing of her butt.

It was hard to say who it was who orgasmed first. Both partners seemed to have formed some sort of sympathetic connection through the intensity of their union. Yang was prepared this time. As she felt Winters muscles tightening around her Yang turned Winters hips to the side, directing the powerful squirt towards an unimportant corner of the tent. The experience of watching it was no less awe inspiring for its second appearance.

Both collapsed onto the roll out mattress beneath them. Their clothes and the dishevelled sheets were strewn across the tiny space inside of the tent. The blissful euphoria of the moment began to pass, the two huntresses staring at the fabric roof of the tent above them.

“I can’t believe we did… that” Winter admitted. “Again” she clarified.

“We are such dolts” Yang agreed assuredly.

***************Authors Nonsense***************

<Team RWBY wakes up to greet the morning sun. Yang checks on Blake still at her watch post>

Yang: “Hey Blake, good night?”

Blake: “Yeah, you?”

Yang: “It was ok. Anything happen during your watch?”

<Blake gives Yang a look>

Blake: “Yang, sometimes I lay awake in the dorm at night listening to the rustling of the birds across the courtyard. It’s hardly a stretch for me to hear what’s going on in a plastic tent twelve feet away”

<Yang stares blankly>

Yang: “So you know about-”

Ruby: “Alright I admit it!”

<Blake and Yang turn to look at Ruby>

Ruby, dramatically: “I can’t keep it to myself any longer. Weiss and I were together last night, and we made sweet lov-”

<Weiss rushes forward to clasp her hand over Rubys mouth before practically dragging the crimsonette away for a long and detailed talk on the art of discretion>

<Yang looks back to Blake>

Yang: “But you knew then. About me and…”

Blake: “I had my suspicions when the tent started shaking its way across the clearing>

<Blake glances to the side>

Blake: “But seeing Winter just stalk off screaming into her rucksack finally confirmed it. Although, that might just have to do with Weiss”

Some say that if Yang had been smart she should have offered to take the night watch instead. But that would leave Blake (A former member of the White Fang) alone in a tent with Winter Schnee, both heavily armed. It probably wouldn’t have gone much better but for different reasons.
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The Remnant Armada	By : DarkWolves Category: +M through R > RWBY Views: 65085 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I do not own RWBY and I make no money from writing this.

The Remnant Armada